The moment they took the paper, their fingertips accidentally touched.
Zhao Xuehui quickly withdrew her fingertips as if she had been electrocuted, holding the paper in her hand, her expression somewhat unnatural.
As for Zhou Changgui, he felt the long-lost touch on his fingertips, but he couldn't help but savor the memory.
Although he longed to hold Zhao Xuehui's soft hands, Zhou Changgui held back for fear of startling the girl who had finally lowered her guard against him.
To hide her embarrassment, Zhao Xuehui subconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then looked at the poem in front of her.
However, as soon as she saw the first line, Zhao Xuehui forgot her earlier embarrassment and was completely captivated by the beautiful and affectionate verses before her.
Regardless of anything else, this is just so well written!
Zhao Xuehui looked at the poems in front of her with amazement, and couldn't help but slightly open her cherry lips and read them aloud.
You said you are a flower drifting in the world.
"My weary wanderer is so mad that he wants to pluck you off..."
After reading the beginning, Zhao Xuehui was completely immersed in everything described in the poems.
I never expected that Professor Zhou not only writes those idealistic poems so well, but even the rhyming poem about love in front of you is so symmetrical, neat, and perfect.
"...I vowed that even if I remained silent for the rest of my life, I would still love her."
"You are the flower that blooms in my soul and never fades..."
When Zhao Xuehui finished reading the last sentence, he looked up and saw Zhou Changgui's smiling eyes, his face full of affection yet restrained as he looked at him.
Her cheeks flushed slightly again, but she still gave Zhou Changgui a thumbs up from the bottom of her heart.
"Teacher Zhou, the rhyme scheme in this piece is truly excellent!"
Through this rhyming poem, she could see all of Zhou Changgui's feelings for her, and she could also see that Zhou Changgui was truly a very talented young man.
Such an outstanding young man, yet he likes himself.
A slowly warming feeling rose in Zhao Xuehui's heart, but this feeling was mixed with complex emotions that she could not describe.
She admitted that she did have feelings for Zhou Changgui.
For some reason, Zhao Xuehui was somewhat unsure whether her goodwill could truly turn into love.
The image of Jiang Sheng's handsome smile, sometimes charming and sometimes deliberately funny and trying to please her, subconsciously surfaced in her mind.
Especially since Jiang Sheng came to Yanjing City, she has seen all the efforts he has made for her.
For some reason, Jiang Sheng seemed to have gained a lot of importance in Zhao Xuehui's heart.
Thinking this through, a hint of hesitation and struggle appeared in Zhao Xuehui's eyes.
Teacher Zhou is indeed good in every way, but she seems too perfect, so perfect that she doesn't seem like a real person, but rather seems rather ethereal.
"Xuehui, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in thought."
Interrupted by Zhou Changgui's refined and gentle voice, Zhao Xuehui quickly snapped out of her reverie and gave him an embarrassed smile.
"I'm sorry, I've been too busy with work lately, so I've had some trouble concentrating."
Zhao Xuehui made up an excuse casually, but she was a little absent-minded.
"So you didn't sleep well," Zhou Changgui said with concern. "Xuehui, you must get some rest. Don't ruin your health."
Zhao Xuehui smiled and said politely, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhou. I will take good care of myself."
Zhou Changgui nodded, then casually remarked, "By the way, I heard that your company has temporarily assigned you to work on a new evening program recently."
"This program requires us to work until eight or nine o'clock every night. I accidentally heard your voice when I listened to the program last time, and that's how I found out that your unit has a new program."
Upon hearing Zhou Changgui's words, Zhao Xuehui smiled somewhat embarrassedly, a hint of awkwardness on her face.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't want Teacher Zhou to worry about me, so I didn't tell you about this. I didn't mean to keep it from you."
Despite saying that, Zhao Xuehui's mind was filled with the scenes of Jiang Sheng picking her up and dropping her off on those nights.
Moonlight, evening breeze, and the rustling of leaves on both sides of the road.
Everything made her unable to help but recall the wonderful atmosphere of those few nights.
Zhou Changgui, however, did not notice anything amiss with Zhao Xuehui. Upon hearing her words, he looked at her with great concern.
"Since you have to stay up late every night, if you don't mind, Xuehui, how about I pick you up from work every night from now on? I'm still a little worried about you."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuehui looked somewhat embarrassed and ashamed.
"I'm so sorry," Zhao Xuehui didn't know what to say, so she could only say frankly, "I get off work really late, and I don't want Teacher Zhou to keep going back and forth. My younger brother will be picking me up and dropping me off during this period, so I won't trouble you any further, Teacher Zhou."
Jiang Sheng?
Upon hearing Zhao Xuehui's words, Zhou Changgui's smile froze slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
“It’s alright,” Zhou Changgui waved his hand understandingly. “I’m relieved that your brother will pick you up from get off work. It’s not safe for a girl to get off work so late. I hope your workplace can find a replacement as soon as possible. Otherwise, going home so late every night is not only dangerous, but it will also affect your work the next day.”
Zhao Xuehui felt a slight warmth in her heart and looked again at the rhyming poem in her hand.
“I really like this poem,” Zhao Xuehui said with a smile, praising it without hesitation. “Every rhyme and metaphor here is particularly meaningful. I can’t find any flaws at the moment. I wonder if Teacher Zhou could give me this poem?”
Zhou Changgui was more than happy to see this. Looking at the smile on Zhao Xuehui's face, the few doubts he had had because of Jiang Sheng vanished completely in an instant.
He nodded without hesitation: "Of course, no problem. This poem was originally written with your inspiration and was meant to be given to you, Xuehui. It's my honor that you like it."
Zhao Xuehui blushed slightly at those words, and the food was already on the table.
To hide her shyness, Zhao Xuehui quickly pointed to the food on the table.
"Let's not talk about anything else for now, let's eat quickly. I have a lot of things to do this afternoon. I'll make an appointment to have dinner with Teacher Zhou next time."
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